One of the A.A. goers called me late last night surprising me. It was one of the fellows I had exchanged phone numbers with which is customary for newcomers to do with old timers.
“We missed you tonight,” He said on the other end. “We had a great speakers meeting. It was Jay M. from Phoenix City. You know; the guy that never wears shoes.”
“The weather kept me inside tonight,” I replied. “I hate I missed it though.”
“You up for a cup of coffee?” He asked. “We could meet at the Waffle House and talk.”
I hesitated not sure if I wanted to get out in the rain that was falling with gusto outside my windows.
“Sure,” I finally said casting all cares to the wind after a few moments of mulling it over.
I got in my car and met Tim over at the Waffle House and he bought us both a slice of apple pie and a hot cup of coffee. We talked for what seemed like a long time.
“You really need to get a sponsor,” He told me at one point earnestly.
“I know,” I replied. “It just this damn phone phobia and social anxieties I have. I won’t call them.”
I explained to Tim how my social phobias affect me. He listened with a nonjudgmental ear and encouraged me to work on those issues. He said that things would get better with practice, time, and sobriety. He sounded like my therapist.
“You’re not much different from a lot of alcoholics I know,” He said. “It’s a lonely disease for many.”
We finished our coffee and pie and said goodbye after a long talk. I felt better just having a friend to talk to other than George or any of the gang. This person was down to earth and had walked in my shoes for a few miles so to speak. His story mirrored my own minus the mental health issues. One could argue though that alcoholism is a form of mental illness all on its own. It certainly will make you insane.
I arrived home, undressed, and got ready for bed. I and Maggie curled up under my warm sheets and comforters to a dark and cool bedroom. I thought about, as I lay there, when was the last time someone just wanted to help me with no strings attached. It was the first time in a long time I had a friend I could talk to without them being drunk or wanting twenty dollars to get even drunker. I felt a calmness and collectedness I hadn’t experienced in years after my little rendezvous with Tim over coffee and apple pie. I rolled over, pulled my covers over me tightly, and slept sounder than I have in a long time to vibrant and peaceful dreams.